One year after escaping the nightmare that nearly destroyed her, Natalie built a new life from the ashes. A career. Independence. Distance from the dangerous world that once hunted her. Then Vittorio Moretti found her. Powerful, polished, and terrifyingly patient, Vittorio never forgot the woman he decided belonged to him. When Natalie is taken to his private estate after a failed escape leaves blood in its wake, she learns the truth of his obsession: He does not want revenge. He wants a wife. Inside a mansion built like a palace and guarded like a fortress, Natalie is given freedom with invisible walls. Luxury becomes confinement. Kindness becomes control. Every dress is chosen, every movement observed, every decision made for her. And with a wedding fast approaching, Vittorio intends to turn captivity into something permanent. But Natalie has survived him once before. This time, survival may require something even more dangerous than running- playing along. * Claimed Under His Thumb is the dark romance sequel to Under The Devil's Thumb. While it can be read alone, the full story begins in Book One.

Joy's life has become a beautiful, terrifying trap. She is no longer just a spectator in Adrik's world; she is the heartbeat of it. But as the shadows of the empire grow longer, she realizes that being his "soul" means being the only one who can truly destroy him or be destroyed by him. Join Joy on her journey to freedom, surviving life with Adrik who sees her as his most prized obsession. Expect a story of high-stakes betrayal, the slow burn of a woman finding her power, and a lot of smut as Adrik's obsession translates into a raw, carnal hunger that leaves no part of Joy untouched.

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

After many years of trying...and the pain of loss, I was finally pregnant. The night my sister got married, my husband drunkenly confessed to me that he had been in love with my sister for two years. I divorced him without talking to him. Now, two years later, I'm ready to listen.

We were friends with benefits. Reed would stop by every time he was in Anchorage, and that was the extent of things, although I started to want more. Then he ended our arrangement, and I suspected there was another woman, but it wasn't until I overheard a conversation that I understood completely. He thought I was calling and texting because I couldn't take no for an answer. That wasn't my problem at all. Two blue lines were.

Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Sequel to Shattered --------------------------- A dark, psychological romance.